Memories

• Elizabeth Sexton, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Dancing through my memories like a silent silver chain, lie tales of far off places and knowledge in my brain.
If I think too much about it my eyes begin to glaze and memories start flaring within a shadow, mist or haze.
Memories forgotten, all through pain or grief, memories as simple as a single springtime leaf.
They bring to me emotions never felt before, opening to me a memory filled door.
Memories of sadness, happiness and joy.
My favourite, my memory, my great enchanting toy.
My life is full of corners, blinding me with purest light.
I will not forget my memories without putting up a fight!
Memories are stories of things that are true. They came to be reality, Just like me and you.